THERE’S A 104 DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION AND SCHOOL COMES ALONG JUST TO END IT SO THE ANNUAL PROBLEM FOR OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEND IT… LIKE MAYBE SACRIFICING YOUR FAMILY TO SATAN
Reblog this if you're still a virgin.
onyx-raven: I want to see how many people are proud of it. We’re like unicorns UNICORN AND PROUD :D
Reblog if you don't have a girlfriend or...
unicornsandbondage: “Some of these people you’re obsessed with are grown men and twice your age!”
thecompanionsdoctor: madibuzzer: Alright I’ve got writers block and people seem to like this idea, so… first 50 people to reblog this (likes don’t count) get an author’s-style description of themselves from me. you have to actually have pictures of yourself available for me to go off of but otherwise that’s the only condition. get reblogging!
takemeback-: Why do we carry around all our feelings and don’t tell anyone as if it were a burden when the true burden is letting your feelings eat you alive
What I think when kids in my class read
That’s a PERIOD, NOT A COMMA That’s a COMMA, NOT A PERIOD Why the hell can’t you pronounce that word? THE TEACHER JUST CORRECTED YOU WHY’D YOU GET IT WRONG AGAIN?!?!?! Can I sleep? If you can’t read, why’d you raise your hand? You can’t pronounce THAT word? WHAT THE HELL The fuck you like long ass paragraphs for My skin’s crawling Oh god not him, his voice sounds like a dying nail on a...
Anytime I have to talk about Smash being...
markhumpus: I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO GET NICE TATTOOS AND TRAVEL AND GO TO LOADS OF CONCERTS AND MEET NEW PEOPLE AND VISIT AMAZING PLACES AND COSY COFFEE SHOPS AND ADOPT CUTE PUPPIES AND SLEEP IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK WITH A PLETHORA OF BLANKETS AND STAR GAZE AND TAKE PICTURES OF NICE THINGS AND JUST NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING
Do you ever feel physically sick because you know you’re not good enough for anybody and you can’t do anything right and you’re too tired to go on
nervousminds: You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too. - William Shakespeare